This sunset sounds so unfamiliar.
This golden glow,
heavy on this evening of vivacious colors.
Suffocating my vocals chords,
an abundance of wandering souls,
find themselves in this same panorama,
looking to just get away from it all.
Far too many midnights have passed,
more so too many afternoons dripping sweat.
A mouth that frowned
lower than the crooked spine of a deplorable mother.
Burning holes
with half-smoked cigarette buds.
As the colorful mosaics bust in discordance,
we feast upon broken glass.
Arriving with splintered teeth and blood-soaked gums.
we are free,
god made us do it!
we are free,
god made us do it!
we are free,
god made us do it!
The moon refuses to shine upon us,
this evening of dying tones.
No mortal acknowledged the sun,
for giving his sibling it's glow.
No one acknowledge it...
No one ever does.
No one ever does.
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